Vincent van Gogh painted a picture of Irises. In this picture he paints one white iris amidst an array of purple ones. My mother liked this picture. She said it reminded her of my grandmother (the white iris) and her twelve children. Visiting with her one day, a few months before she died, she said to me, “When I die, I want you to have this picture as a reminder to continue to tell my story.” I have taken her words to heart and find that her story continues to weave through my life story in so many ways.
Maya Angelou wrote in her famous book, I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings, “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” We each have a story. What is the story inside you that is yearning to come out? What is the story you keep telling yourself that gets in the way of your dreams, hopes, and aspirations? Is there one that makes you feel small and less than who you are?
In my life’s experience, I have become interested in the contributions that women have made throughout the centuries. They are teachers, poets, authors, mystics, mothers, sisters, friends. Each through their aspirations have gifted the world and I am privileged to learn about them and from them. I pause to reflect on my own gifts and the contributions I make in the world around me as a woman.
I would love to hear your story, and in a safe space, journey with you through your search and transition. Your story is sacred, and I will hold it with confidence and respect. Click here to share your story with me privately, or leave your story in the comments below.